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your mourning
Nine times nine or five times
six
You play with this or that many sticks
Coming back to yourself you do fine
Counting your jewels all in a
daze of
Bite marks of daily squabbles and off
You to your pressure cooker's mounting
Compounding all your cynical
self and salt
You drown deeper in your vinegar and malt
Cupping your rocks that prick you: mourning
How Do You Measure a Kiss
How do you measure a kiss or
even the desire
To kiss that presses your heart into a dancing fire?
How do you set out your solid yardsticks now?
Time that it lasts or the
strength at which you
Get all spread out into the clouds: locating- hou-
Sing yourself somewhere to stop spinning time
Come to a halt? How do you
catch it that kiss
That acts as though you're a burning time's miss
Fired round of speechless speech: a light-fire calm!
Eaten-ware
This is what they say about life and living
You gather the wraps that are given and using
Them you step on stepped onto paths. Follow is
What you ought to do and you
will be fine with
South facing vineyard full of generated full heath
Of grapes! Wine, dine in masquerading paper hut;
Where you gather all your
until-buntil bugsome
Dollars, pounds, yens and euros all dry, fulsome
And do not wake up for you are almost eaten-ware
They Are
My words are what I am and to
you easy though
They may seem regardless true and they are through
Of the tree that bears my foliage and fruits on high
They seem boneless to you yet
came out of my living
And faith and belief I offer them to dress and knitting
Them with my pulses and beatings they are my hay
Day: my dreams' ornaments and
living's apparels
They are what I gathered along as elemental jewels
And they are my air always oxygenating my pains' bay.
Give Back My Lyre
The earth takes in all and in
return
Offers a serene resolute silence-urn
Filled with darkness that takes a hearth
Shape where dark fires of
silence churn
There I offer my cries and sorrows to burn
Distant they become; no need rises: tape
There is none or devices to
record nor any
Witnesses to withstand the heat's many
Acts of arts to destroy: give back my lyre!
The Joy
Starting somewhere you begin
to walk
You had a sense of tiny wonder to chalk
Out your questions where you see charming
Thing begins to show as more
questions
You list than answers. Your renditions
Ring for further lights and march; breathing,
Restless you learn as you
fern out the spark:
The joy is in running and inhaling the dark
Beating, expanding, being, erasing regardless
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the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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Live
by Your Own Rune
Amply available they are: the
cyniconcides
They are like the currency of the air and tides
And you cannot but breathe and drink simply
Because it is intoxic and
intolerant and will
Not accept a no for a fee in any time at all
And here you sleep, rip your heart but cause
None there is for escape for
you off this thing
Unless you dare to share nothing with the ring
Masters of the clans and live by your own rune
You Sure One Day
You sure one day would know
the meaning
That now decorates your disgust's brewing
All the time enabling my defunct face's hue
In monstrous appearance! One
day will arise
Out of your living's sudden waking up prize
This image of sky in water: at a-peace-reign
That was what you did not or
could not see
Which were there all the time and your sea
Was always stormy: toil-full tornados' hurt
You-Thing
Beware about the market that
makes
Things to sell of mud boxes and decks
It makes a you-thing if you are not aware
In fact it has done already
and you are nine
Twenty-five a piece selling at the desk Fine
Where you utter and butter getting fat Dean
So whatever you do you must
compare
The prices and require a buzz-good dare
Sale for yourself: make sure you surely do
Yet Truth
If you look out and reach the
object
Surely you touch its exterior extent
And you form a feel of its fact: dip
Deeper than what is on the
surface
You dive, swim with your fin-lace
Pointing outward: staying a seeker
Facts and figures form
something
Yet truth, like the lights absorbing
Keep all together become air-facts
Areally
And at the end you see areal
your gatherings
You can count them if you like but like stars
They are no coins or plates of gold or band
Your living like the shine on
the summer leaf
Glistening under the shower of lights' reef
Wind's caress and its murmuring music pure
All that you see and touch is
what you become
Nothing else matters that are not in your home
With you: so areally you gather and hold tall
Let Me Come in
Let me come, softly, in this
geometric space
Lit lightly brightly where lit-greens race
In a solemn deep peace in vibrations' boat
This out, this wider cold and
comfortless
Roads, streets covered with left over miss
Matched materials and marks: hers and his
Hurried pointless walks and
run abouts
Weathered in a dry-drowned cynicism's
Non-care. Let me come in as gentle wind
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
Read More of Munayem Mayenin's Poetry
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